Peace
Sakura Haruno gave a slightly annoyed groan as she lugged her heavy bucket of water from the well down the road back to the place she worked. Her bright pink hair was tinted brown with mud and had fallen out of its tight bun. It whipped her in the face every time the wind blew. Her threadbare dress hung on her like a sack with only a string tied around the waist, but her beauty was still so striking that even when she walk down the almost vacant street that lead back to her destination, she got whistles from drunk old men in little rickety taverns and peep shows. She finally reached the door to the kitchen and snuck inside through all the chaos of dinner preparations. Maybe I can get through here without- but she wasn't quick enough. Sakura winced when she felt the hand contact skin, tears stung at the back of her eyes, and she dropped her bucket. She bit her lip so that she wouldn't cry as she felt the water slipping in between her toes.
"What do you think you're doing?" The woman asked. It was of course Sakura's care taker Rowena; really she was the guardian of all the girls. At least she had been. When Sakura was a baby her father got into some trouble with a few noblemen of the Yamanaka household, this led to his and her mother's death. The noblemen took Sakura as a baby and gave her to Rowena, who already had adopted three other children. Rowena really hated Sakura for some reason and she made it very apparent every day, the beatings started when she was twelve years old. The truth was that Sakura was basically a slave until she could free herself; the only way to do that was to get married or get pregnant… Neither of which she was willing to do.
"I'm sorry Ma'am, I was just bringing water to one of the older women." The woman loomed over Sakura with a look of disgust and anger. She was extremely round with short brown hair; her pudgy arms were crossed over her chest like two pillows on a bed. She was slowly getting redder and redder she took a slow dramatic step forward and then- slip! Rowena slipped and fell backwards onto the cabinet that held the servants china. When the woman got up again her face was flushed purple. Little white shards from plates and cups were everywhere.
"You bitch! Look at what you made me do! Go get something to clean it up with!" Rowena glowered at her. Everyone had stopped working to get diner ready and gave her disdainful looks while whispering to each other. Sakura wanted to say that it wasn't really her fault, but Rowena was already getting up to slap her, which she knew would more than likely lead to much worse. Sakura turned and ran to find the hallway with the supply closet. She ran past the beautiful pieces of her master's artwork hanging on the decorated yellow walls until she reached the area she new best: the servants quarters. The halls were a dull brown in this section of the mansion, but she knew this place was far enough away from the kitchen that she could slow to a walking pace. She felt a lot safer in the dull cobwebby lighting of the halls and let a few tears leak out. When she finally reached the supply room she heard a shuffling sound behind her; she froze up completely.
"Hi, Sakura," the voice said huskily before wrapping his arms around her from behind. Short strands of red hair rubbed against her cheek. She shivered, "Seth." He smiled against the back of her neck, "Oh come on baby. Say it like you mean it" Sakura's face tightened, "What do you want?" She had already guessed it though. One of his hands slowly crept up to her chest. She forced herself out of his grasp and turned to face him. He was three years older than her and one of the greatest sources of her pain. When he had turned seventeen he made her his personal slave. He made her follow him everywhere, sleep with him at night, and fulfill his urges. In the morning she would have to clean everything from the night's activities up and then bathe him. She had only been fourteen the first time.
"I need to clean something up."
"They can wait."
"No, I almost caught a beating before. If I make them wait then Rowena will be outraged." Seth rolled his eyes at the name, "Rowena? That bitch, she can't touch you. I'm the master right? Or at least the master's son, whatever I say goes." That was one of the so called benefits of being a master's personal, no one could touch you, but being at Seth's constant disposal was too much for Sakura so she begged Rowena to let her work in the kitchen.
"That doesn't mean they haven't before," She siad bitterly. Seth took a step closer. Sakura felt her lip begin to tremble; another tear sprang loose and rolled down her cheek. Seth gave her a small look of concern, but quickly changed it to a grin. His maroon eyelashes pointed upward when he smiled, like little feathers. It probably one of the only things Sakura liked about him; that and his dark hazel colored eyes.
He was in one of his more relaxed stances this time. His creamy muscular arms were bare and open towards her as if hoping against hope that she would finally accept this. She could see every muscle on his chest and stomach, not that she hadn't seen him naked enough to know every single thing about his body. There were black pajama pants hanging loosely around his waist.
"I just took a shower if you were wondering why I'm dressed like this. But I don't mind getting a little bit dirty." Sakura just stared at him, silently praying that he would leave her alone. His smile grew a little bit larger before his face went completely blank and unreadable, but Sakura had seen it enough times to know exactly what it meant.
She hardly had time to close her eyes and relax before he had grabbed her wrist. She felt him pull her gently into the supply room; he would have been rougher if she had resisted. She felt herself be pushed be into a wall and waited, eyes closed, for him to begin.
He was a lot more gentle than usual this time. He kissed her softly on the lips and then all along her jaw line. Sakura shivered as she felt the damp air touch her shoulder, then her upper chest. Seth was slowly getting excited, he kissed all over the newly revealed skin as he pulled at her dress; soon it was nothing but a pool at her feet.
He got rougher, he always did around this point, and maybe it was all the exposed skin. Sakura shut her eyes tighter and pretended that she didn't feel his eyes on her, or his hand groping her breast. The other trace small circles on her pale stomach and then slowly drew a line down…
She gave a small gasp as she felt his fingers rubbing her there. He rested his head on her shoulder and whispered silkily, "Hmmm, wet today Sakura? I didn't know you enjoyed me so much." Sakura could feel her face go red with embarrassment and anger, "It's not from you. Everyone has their days," Seth growled and pushed his body against her, pressing her harder to the wall. He pulled the last piece of cloth that shielded her from him down slowly; like his own form of punishment, "Then this should help both of us."
Slowly he pushed one finger inside of her. Sakura bit down on her lip to prevent the whimpers from escaping. She shut her eyes tighter. As he pumped faster and faster she sucked hard on her lip as she felt the pleasure slowly building up inside of her. She opened her eyes to find Seth staring right back at her; he licked his lips before bending down towards her breasts. Sakura let out a small moan as he circled his tongue around her nipple, he smirked and bit down. Sakura felt her core burn, she panted and then moaned even louder when she felt him push another finger inside of her. She didn't want this, want him.She never did, but whenever it happened, whenever he did touch her, the result would always be her body giving all the signs of pleasure.
When Sakura was sure that she was going to come, Seth pulled his fingers out and crushed his lips onto hers once more. He dropped his pants and used a hand to spread her legs, Sakura was too far gone to resist. She felt him ram into her and wanted to melt from the mix of pain and pleasure. Tears rose up in the back of her eyes and she opened her mouth to scream, Seth shoved his tongue so far into her mouth that she almost choked. Sakura arched her back and moaned, he had created a rhythm that was making her ache deep down inside. She weaved her hands through his maroon locks as she felt the pressure and aching melt away into pure pleasure. She pulled at fistfuls of her hair and wrapped her legs around him as tight as they would possibly go. Soon everything was back to the way it was before, back to the pain of feeling him inside of her.
Seth push his head into the crook of her neck and mouthed something. Sakura's tears started to run faster. She knew what it meant, he was coming. He gave a little lick right above her collar bone and bit down hard. He sucked at the blood as he shot is load deep inside of her. Finally he let go of her. Sakura sank to the floor, holding back her desire to scream. Seth hastily pulled his pant back on and turned to go. Sakura looked up to watch him go only to find him turning around and walking towards her again. He bent over and kissed her on the forehead lightly. Sakura stared into her lap again until he stood up.
"You know Sak; this would be a lot easier if you would just become my personal again,"
Sakura looked everywhere but at him, she saw the mop, broom, and dustpan sitting in the far corner.
"I don't understand why you keep refusing. You could have anything you want," He said softly. Sakura looked into his eyes then, and said in the calmest voice she could muster, "What I want is for you to leave me alone, to be away from this place" Seth's expression changed from one of confusion to one of sadness, but she couldn't cater to his feelings. He knew that. She had been told by other women to appreciate his affections and to take advantage of them. They told her that she was the luckiest one of them all.
She didn't feel very lucky though.
Seth left quietly after that. After a minute or two Sakura got up, comb though her hair a little with her hand and pulled on her dress. She grabbed the cleaning supplies she came for after she had wiped the tears off her face. She quickly made her way back through the maze of halls to the kitchen.
Everyone was gone. Diner must have already started; Seth would probably be there, pretending nothing had happened, laughing with his sister and brother. Sakura grabbed her chest and cried out in pain.Why did her heart hurt so much? She looked around the kitchen again, completely empty. She decided she would do it again. She picked up one of the broken pieces of glass and held it to her arm like a razor. She smiled at her most recent scar, a fairly large one spelling the word hope. She had written several words on her arm, like gross tattoos. She wrote the things she would never achieve, things she felt ashamed of feeling every time he touched her.
She felt the bite as the shard sliced her skin like a knife, she bit down hard on her tongue, but she didn't remove the glass until the words was finished.
She sat there in a pool of water, glass, and her own blood spilling out of the word she had just written –
Peace